Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?

Youth condemns; maturity condones

All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.

I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.

How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.

Even pain pricks to livelier living.